Oh my fair North StarI have held to you dearlyI have asked you to steer meTil one cloud-scattered nightI got lost in my travelsI met Leo the lionMet a king and met a giantWith their errant light

ThereГўв‚¬в„ўs the wind and the rainAnd the mercy of the fallenWho say they have no claim to know whatГўв‚¬в„ўs rightThereГўв‚¬в„ўs the weak and the strongAnd the beds that have no answerAnd thatГўв‚¬в„ўs where I may rest my head tonight

I saw all the bright peopleIn imposing flocks they landedAnd they got what they demandedAnd they scratched at the groundAnd then they flewAnd the field grew as sweetly as for the flightlessWho have longing yet despite thisThey could hear every sound

ThereГўв‚¬в„ўs the wind and the rainand the mercy of the fallenWho say they have no claim to know whatГўв‚¬в„ўs rightThereГўв‚¬в„ўs the weak and the strongand the beds that have no answerAnd thatГўв‚¬в„ўs where I may rest my head tonight

If your sister or your brotherWere stumbling on their last mileIn a self-inflicted exileWish for them a humble friendAnd I hope somedayThat the best of FalstaffГўв‚¬в„ўs plannersGive me seven half-built manorswhere half dreams may dream without end

ThereГўв‚¬в„ўs the wind and the rainand the mercy of the fallenWho say hey itГўв‚¬в„ўs not my place to know whatГўв‚¬в„ўs rightThereГўв‚¬в„ўs the weak and the strongAnd the many stars that guide usWe have some of them inside us